After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

feel you

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i was tempted to lie about my name

like first name

no like which do people call me

bro i read nothing in my life

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

what do you think my name is

abrar?

ahnaf abrar

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

was it worth it

not so on: yvf(wthw)

i really havent

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

bro i read nothing in my life

The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."

hello reader,

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!